Welcome to Bucktown USA

[ Supreme ] Welcome to Bucktown USA [ Tek ] Yeah Smokin on some of that sticky icky for my nigga I said for my nigga who do that joint back there That's Scratch from The Roots, you heard me? Listen up, learn something [ VERSE 1: Supreme of The Representativz ] Hey yo, it's real out here You better know the drill out here Son, you better pack steel out here The minute you show fear you get killed out here I seen niggas slip and lose they will out here Word, playin the curb where crack rock and lleyo is served Watchin for beast so they don't observe Another day another hustle, nigga, stay in your swerve I stay focused and never let it weigh on my nerves Back on the block where young thugs blast for they props Trash the Glock through a 100 yard dash on a cop Got half the p's runnin while the other half watch And when it's hot stash the work in your sock or get knocked This is a dirty game, so play it to win And watch them niggas, they some devious men You either love me or hate me, ain't no need to pretend Cause fake friends always wind up enemies in the end [ Hook: Buckshot ] Welcome to Bucktown USA Where the weak get dissed every day (Bucktown is the state of mind that I'm trapped in) (Lawd, some bwoy gon' get dead tonight) [ VERSE 2: Steele ] Bucktown USA, where it all started Respect to the products and the dearly departed Bow Leg Dimples, Dotty and Janie Rob and Smiley made me, the community raised me Mom left pops, moved to the Eighties Canarsie hookey parties was crazy Glenwood P's, watch for the d's who down in the trenches Playin the benches, rappin to release tension When Ru got sentenced I knew they meant business When Bo got hit, shit, I knew we had to flip this PNC, BCC, Genereal S-t-double e-l-e We do this like we do this cause we all family Known as some of the truest in this industry Contract combat left casualties Duck down when you're marked on target and I squeeze [ Hook ] [ VERSE 3: Buckshot ] I walk up with my boots tight Laced up by my leg, I'm beyond your reg hood type And half of you dudes is like Hollywood rap act that belong on a movie site Come on aight, admit it You really wanna come into my hood but you know it's not good to come up in it Cause everyday we on a mission Don't slip, don't snooze, when you move through disciplined Listen, never think it's all gravy, it could be yours, baby They'll even take from your lady; and boo If I was you I wouldn't hang with no ducks Blue-ball dogs never could bust, but this is us And we're known for kickin up dust and play no games Plus we up in here like Rogaine - hold, mane And even though we divide we multiply By the division of niggas who still in it to ride [ Hook ] [ VERSE 4: Tek ] Around here they call me Shoot-It-B, it fit for the dice Hit em up two times or I throw trips trice Dependin on the day I may give you a walk Try to save you from a six and peein out on the chalk Your nigga had to learn the hard way that family fight Might bet against cuz to see my brother get right I go hard till the end till the dropping is finished Or clips empty, police in the vicinity My bank ain't in the million but my army is there My loot'll gun a man, shoot the style of braids out your hair B's and all, catch you in a club or more ( ? ) your man ( ? ) Give him a ( ? ) stab and poke his kidneys Flee in the red d boy, big truck series Welcome to Bucktown USA Where the weak get dissed every day [ Hook ]